RYKER
"You’re an asshole."
"And you’re a slut who loves my fingers inside her pussy." I grabbed her hips roughly and spun her around, pressing her face and tits against the cold wall. "Say you’re mine."
"Never."
I slapped her ass hard, leaving a bright red handprint on her skin.
"Say it."
"No." But she was shaking, her body trembling.
I pressed my hard cock against her ass through my pants, grinding against her.
"You’ll never get to have again." She tried to sound firm, but she wavered as my hands squeezed her ass.
"Don’t fucking dare ." I bit her shoulder hard enough to break skin, tasting blood. "You’ll lose every ti."
My fingers found her pussy again from behind, shoving two inside her roughly, no gentleness, stretching her wide.
"Ryker, fuck—"
"Fuck what?" I pumped hard and fast, my fingers slamming into her g-spot over and over. "Say it. Beg to make you cum."
"I hate you."
"You hate that you’re about to cum on my fingers like a desperate slut." I fucked her harder with my hand, adding a third finger and really stretching her. "You hate that your pussy is clenching around my fingers begging for my cock."
She was panting, moaning, her hips moving back against my hand, fucking herself on my fingers.
"That’s it, fuck yourself on my fingers like the slut you are." I increased the pace even more, my fingers slamming into her hard and fast. "Show how desperate you are for it."
"This doesn’t—" But she couldn’t finish, moaning instead.
"Your pussy is so fucking wet. Listen to how wet you are for ." The wet sounds were obscene, filling the room. "So desperate. So fucking needy."
My other hand reached around to rub her clit roughly, pinching it between my fingers.
"Ryker—" Her body started shaking, her legs trembling.
"Cum on my fingers." I pressed hard on her clit while curling all four fingers inside her, hitting her g-spot hard. "Cum for like the desperate slut you are. Show who this pussy belongs to."
"Fuck, Ryker—" Her voice broke.
I captured her mouth with mine, shoving my tongue in deep just as she ca hard, her pussy clenching tight around my fingers, gushing and squirting all over my hand and dripping down her thighs.
I kept pumping my fingers through her orgasm, prolonging it, making her shake.
Then there was a knock on the door.
We both froze, her pussy still pulsing around my fingers.
"Amaris?" My father’s voice ca from outside.
Fuck.
I slowly pulled my fingers out, bringing them to my mouth and sucking them clean while looking at her, tasting her.
I quickly moved to her closet, finding a spot where I could see through a crack in the door.
"Just a second!" She called out, scrambling to grab her towel from the floor.
She wrapped it around herself hastily and opened the door, still flushed and breathing hard from her orgasm, my cum still dripping down her inner thighs under the towel.
My father walked in, oblivious. "I’m sorry I left this morning before you woke up."
"It’s nothing." She wouldn’t et his eyes, guilt written all over her face.
He touched her face gently, tenderly. "I’ve decided we’re going to get mated this weekend."
What the actual fuck?
Amaris looked shocked, her eyes going wide. "This weekend? That’s in two days."
I felt rage building in my chest. Two fucking days?
"Why the hurry?" She asked, her voice uncertain.
"I can’t wait to have you anymore." His hand trailed down her neck where I had just left bite marks and hickeys. "I want to make you mine."
Mine? She was already mine. I had just made her cum so hard she would have squirted all over my fingers if you had not interrupted us.
"I’ve already made all the arrangents." He continued, pulling her closer to him. "We’ll do the ceremony Saturday evening. Everything is planned."
"That’s very fast." She sounded uncertain, hesitant.
"I know what I want." He pulled her even closer, his hands on her waist where mine had just been. "And I want you."
I watched through the crack, my fists clenched so tight my nails cut deep into my palms and drew blood. I wanted to burst out and tell him she was mine. Show him the cum still dripping down her thighs under that towel. Show him the bite marks and handprint on her ass.
"Okay." She finally agreed quietly, not eting his eyes.
He smiled and kissed her forehead gently before leaving.
The mont the door closed, I burst out of the closet.
I grabbed her by her wet hair, yanking her to roughly. "You cannot be mated to my father. I won’t fucking allow it."
"I have no choice in this matter." She tried to pull away, wincing at the pain. "And you should leave my room now. You already had . Now you just want to keep having ."
"Yes, and you will comply." But I knew I had to leave before soone saw .
I stord out, rage consuming every part of .
I was walking down the hallway, trying to calm down, when I heard voices around the corner. My father and Beta Marco talking in hushed tones.
I paused, pressing myself against the wall to listen.
"I need you to find that cabin in my vision and get Freya." My father’s voice was low, urgent.
What?
My heart stopped completely. Freya.
"Shouldn’t we tell your sons that Freya is alive?" Beta Marco asked carefully.
My heart actually stopped beating. Freya was alive?
I had suspected it deep down. We never recovered her body from the fire. There were just ashes and bones that could have been anyone. I told myself she was dead because it was easier than hoping she might be alive sowhere.
"No, we can’t tell them." My father’s voice was firm, final, leaving no room for argunt. "No one must know she’s alive. I just convinced Amaris to fix our mating date this weekend. I need to be mated to her before Freya shows up."
"Why the rush?" Marco asked the question I was thinking.
There was a long pause that felt like an eternity.
"Because I’m not sure what I will do when Freya shows up."
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